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my irl epic 100 wrods She raised her head from the pillow. The pile of laundry in the bathroom had become an edifice of laundry. She let her head fall back down. Two hours later, it was eleven o'clock in the morning. She raised her head from the pillow again. The tower of laundry leaned dangerously to one side, as if it were a still photo of a toppling building. Her phone buzzed. Life beckoned. She was out of clean underwear. Slowly but with gathering speed, she pushed herself from the bed and began the long trek toward linoleum horizons; it was motherfucking laundry day.
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Mercedes, if you're chomping at the bit to write, you up for that brawl rematch?
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48 Words 00:30 wtf they are all red wires 00:25 i’m cutting this one 00:21 or maybe that one 00:17 fine that one 00:14 that didn’t work 00:11 neither did that 00:08 are these wires hooked up to anything 00:02 oh poo poo
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docbeard posted:48 Words Yessss
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The Leper Colon V posted:Mercedes, if you're chomping at the bit to write, you up for that brawl rematch? Oh joy. A pity brawl. No, I'll pass for now. I'll brawl you when you have more entries than failures.
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Oh, Jesus. Oh, Jesus, please. Help me, God, help me. Jesus. 71 words He shouldn’t have eaten the second burrito. He knew that now. He knew that then, too, but the call of grilled steak, caramelized onions, pepperjack cheese, red hot jalapenos, and chipotle ranch was too great a siren’s song to resist. Now it was time to pay the piper and all he could do was grab his ankles and pray. Because sometimes you take a poo poo and sometimes the poo poo takes you.
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Mercedes posted:Oh joy. A pity brawl. No, I'll pass for now. I'll brawl you when you have more entries than failures.
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Dawn of the Wolf Age 100 words Brjánn was huddled by the campfire in total silence. Suddenly the silence was shattered by a unearthly howling. A streak of light illuminated the pitch black night. A horde of etheral horsemen rode screaming across the sky. Brjánn was not a learned man but he knew this was a omen of Ragnarök. Soon brothers would battle and split each others shields. A massive wolf would swallow the sun and plunge the world into a merciless winter. Death would soon come for everyone, both gods and men. Shaking with terror Brjánn clutched his spear tightly, he would need it soon enough.
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The Leper Colon V posted:Not with a tone like that you won't. A GEIS HAS BEEN LAID UPON YOU none may touch this creature until it has been thrice more through the cleansing hell fire of the thunderous dome
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Doom of the Dinosaurs 98 words “Should we help him?” said the triceratops. “No,” said the parasaurolophus, “all we can do now is run.” The tyrannosaurus was using all of the might in his tiny arms to push back meteor. It looked like the sun itself and the entire sky was crushing down on him. He quivered. His feet slipped an inch, then two inches, then a foot. “Those fools will never escape,” said the tyrannosaurs. “Once this hits the ground, nowhere on Earth will be safe.” The tyrannosaurs collapsed. His sacrifice delayed their fate, but did not avert it.
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The Leper Colon V posted:Not with a tone like that you won't. I'll wait for you on the outside.
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98 words I look up to the sky and don't see God there. Just the smiling face of a Djin. “A God without worship is just a lonely man” The Djin's face looms out from the purple sky, his eyes crackle with a thousand lightning bolts, he spits out fire that tears my flesh off the bone. I try to cry out in pain but the Djin won't allow it. “I'm your God now boy. You will worship me with pain” This can't be it. I stand up, charred chunks of smoking flesh fall to the ground. “I worship nobody Djin”
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KROLF THE BARBARIAN Interim Prompt 99/100 Words Krolf stood tall afore his people, mightiest in the village, facing a massive bear gaunt from winter’s rest. “Nanook, forgive me,” he muttered. Krolf sighed as he drew his hunting knife. Stepping forward, arms raised, he bellowed a mighty call. As it responded in kind, Krolf lunged for the eyes but was knocked down. The beast made for his throat but he rolled towards its gaping maw and rammed arm and blade down its neck, stabbing it in its dark heart. Its jaws clamped shut, severing his arm, but he survived. Thus began the legend of Krolf the Barbarian.
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God drat it. Two losses in three thunderdomes. Not saying I didn't deserve it or anything. I defer to outsiders judgement I won't lose the next thunderdome. This is an early entry but I won't lose it.
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The Wolf-Rider-Sword Industrial Complex 100 words Tiny creatures ran through open plains, pursued by bigger, uglier creatures. Some of the ugly creatures rode wolf-like animals, and some of the ugly creatures had swords. There was a marked overlap between the riders and sword-havers, so much that if one were to draw a Venn diagram it would mostly look like one circle. Which draws into question the very nature of the ugly creature’s society and classicism. Are there whole groups of people totally overlooked to ride wolf-like things because they weren’t born into a sword-wielding household? Oops, the small creatures have escaped across the river now. Welp.
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THUNDERDOME WEEK LXXVI: The Mysteries of the Finite Sup. You guys have 1000 words to tell me a mystery story with no science fiction or fantasy elements. Don't wimp out with some fragment poo poo either, I want both a presentation of the puzzle and its resolution between the start and end of your entry. Signups open now. Signups close 10PM EST Friday. Submissions close 10PM EST Sunday. Your judges are: Me Mercedes Sebmojo Entrants: Fumblemouse ReptileChillock QuidProQuid Amused Frog tankadillo God Over Djinn Mr_Wolf Ihmemies Tyrannosaurus WeLandedOnTheMoon! Entenzahn V for Vegas Djeser Jagermonster Bigup DJ crabrock - 987 words curlingiron Feste Anathema Device Meinberg Rainbow Unicorn Quidnose JamieTheD Poopkitty SurreptitiousMuffin - 500 words Noah Baudolino Schneider Heim J. Comrade Kaishai Nikaer Drekin Peel fucked around with this message at 04:02 on Jan 18, 2014 |
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In with a puzzle so puzzling and a mystery so mysterious you will wonder what the hell I'm talking about.
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Inne.
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I'm in.
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So in.
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No Longer Flaky posted:God drat it. Two losses in three thunderdomes. Not saying I didn't deserve it or anything. I defer to outsiders judgement My God. There are no words or gifs that can properly portray how much I want to pull you in for a black man's shoulder bump. Good luck dearest goon, and do not let your gigantic balls hold you back.
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A bite-sized epic. Flint and Fire (99 words) Ur awoke from his slumber at the summit of the world, the whole of creation sprawled out before him. It was the song of the firebird that stirred him from his sleep, the beauty of the beast that had captured his heart. How many years had it been? How many lifetimes? He’d only been a boy when he’d first heard the tale. Once in a millennia… Ur’s bones were old, but he knew his work. He notched his bow with an arrow and a prayer. The firebird thundered and fell silent. Once again Ur was alone.
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FLASH RULE There was a lot of chitchat and horseshit floating around last week. This will not continue. Every post by an entrant that isn't an entry, a crit or a story this week will get their word count cut to 500, then to 250, then DQ'd. Write well, you bastards.
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In. Thanks in advance for the crits of the last Thunderdome.
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The Mountain of Madness (100 words of glory) Air retreated in terror before the shape of the war hammer. The mountain had split the day before, driving the dwellers to edge of madness. They had nowhere to go. Red painted every surface. Streams of blood and sweat filled the reality. We had nowhere to go. Hunger slowed his muscles, while the harpies feasted on the trail of corpses left behind. On this field no one wins. Iron ravaged the bone time and time again. The frenzy of feathers gained ground till he took the final blow, leaving a crushed man as the parting gift. Ash veiled the earth. *** In.
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I'm in.
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In digestion (100 words) Kodoko the Protector dragged Hardy to Tavurvur’s rim. The white skinned coward desecrated the island from the moment Tavurvur brought him to the Slate Shore. The tribal drums signified Tavurvur’s awakening. When Kodoko found him fashioning a weapon from the driftwood, Kodoko pinned him to the earth with his spear. Still mounted on the spike, Kodoko caved his head against the shale. Tavurvur’s breath caused Kodoko’s skin to blister. Kodoko flayed the ink from Hardy’s arm and kicked it aside, failing to notice the mark behind his ear. When Tavurvur ate, he vomited. Kodoko was consumed. The drums fell silent. ------ Also, Im in for the mystery.
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Dead Eye - 89 words Years of searching led the crippled child here. In the saloon, he called out the man who shot his father. The murderer spat back. "Left your daddy dead and your arm withered, boy. What chance you got now?" They faced each other in the street, dripping sweat and scorched by the noon sun. Birds circled and doors slammed. Two shots rang out. His father's killer fell to the dirt, a hole between his eyes. The crippled kid reached to his own throat and tried to hold in the blood. ========================= Gonna try to do some crits of the short stuff too because I want to make people feel bad.
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The Last Wish (100 words epic) ‘And I’ll finally see the world in all its glory?’ a grey-haired man muttered almost crying. ‘You’ll see more than that,’ the doctor was visibly irritated although her voice didn’t betray any emotions, ‘you’ll see the planet dying, you’ll see the Sun burning red in its agony, you’ll see the end.’ In a minute the bandages were undone. ‘You hear that noise? Sounds like another bombing. What’s the hold-up? Open them up.’ ‘I only wish the first thing I see wasn’t that morbid…’ ‘Well, I wish I could see anything at all, Your Grace. Now get on with it already.’
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War 91. His first war had been what? 3,000 years ago? In all that time, in all those battles, the blood, the screams, the terror, the euphoria had been the same. Didn't matter if he was killing with a sword, a chariot, a musket, a bayonet, a pistol, an AK. But this. This was different. Watching a small screen as the white/green figures shifted around. Then a flash. And that small ancient thrill wriggled up his spine to lodge in the base of his skull. He smiled. War, war never changes. - Also signing up for this week.
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In, and this week I will deliver.
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In. For the love of god, Muffin, what have you done? Weren't these mini-epics supposed to be only til the result thread was posted?
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I'm in! And thanks for the feedback, Muffin. Does anyone have reading on how to do a good mystery story?
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Jagermonster posted:In. Yes. No more epic stories. e: imma limit your stupid FACE vvvv sebmojo fucked around with this message at 23:19 on Jan 14, 2014 |
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You poke at the gelatinized mass of brown and decide that putting that in your body means you probably won’t live to see the end of your grounding, and toss it in the trash. You take a couple of deep breaths, run your fingers through your hair, and shuffle over to Molly. She puts down her book and looks up at you. You stand above her a changed man: ditcher of class, eater of donuts, smoker of cigarettes, befriender of huge boys with hints of mustache. You realize she’s not that scary. “Hi, I’m Jake.” She smiles back. “I know that, silly.” “Oh.” She pats the grass. “Here, sit down.” You sit. “We sat next to each other in kindergarten, don’t you remember?” You think back. There was a girl he sat next to, but he had to be moved after her mom complained that he ate his boogers. Oh no, that was Molly? “I had the biggest crush on you,” she says. “Then one day you moved and then you never talked to me again.” “Oh, I’m sorry,” you say. “The teacher made me move, I didn’t want to.” Her cheeks turn red and she looks down, picking at the grass. “I felt like I was invisible to you. I thought you hated me.” “Hate you? Me? Never! I didn’t realize that was you.” “Gee, that doesn’t make me feel a whole lot better.” You flinch at your own idiocy. “I mean, I’ve liked you for as long as I can remember, and I didn’t realize that you were that girl the teacher made me move away from.” Molly looks up at you. “Do you mean it?” You open your mouth to ask her to the dance when you hear somebody yell “heads!” and look up. Gus comes barreling toward you, looking over his shoulder with his arms outstretched. A football flies over his head and he jumps for it, missing and landing on top of you. “Ow! Gus!” Gus stands up and brushes himself off. “Sorry Jake, didn’t see you there. Hope I didn’t interrupt anything,” he says with a wink. “In fact you did, I was just about to ask Molly to the dance.” Molly’s friend interrupts just as Molly is about to answer. “I saw that crash, are you alright?” “I’m fine, Shannon,” Molly says. Shannon turns to Gus. “That was a crazy cool fall. You should be a stuntman or something!” Gus looks at you and you give him the stare. “If you think that’s cool, you should see what I can do down a flight of stairs!” he says to Shannon, leading her away from you and Molly. You are alone again, and you smile at her. “So, what do you think? You and me, go to the dance tomorrow and catch each other up on what we’ve been up to since kindergarten?” “Sounds like a date!” Your insides jump up and down. “Ok, but right now I really think we better go stop Gus from doing whatever stupid thing he’s about to do.” Molly grabs your hand. “We better hurry,” she says, pulling you behind her. The End crabrock fucked around with this message at 07:39 on Aug 4, 2014 |
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